On Love And Devotion

@inkskinned on tumblr/ “intimacy” by angelica alzona / “the leavetaking; poems: 1913-1956” by bertolt brecht / “helena” by my chemical romance / by daniel horowitz / “liberty” by paul eluard / “hard feelings” by lorde / “sunlight” by hozier / @sunsbleeding on tumblr

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

alone with you in the ether by olivie blake

on tragedy, fate, and inevitability.

oresteia, robert icke // theatre of the oppressed, augusto boal // song of achilles, madeline miller // the book thief, markus zusak // antigone, jean anouilh // revisiting mockingjay ahead of the hunger games prequel, entertainment weekly // romeo and juliet, shakespeare // h of h playbook, anne carson // war of the foxes, richard siken // the road to hell (reprise), hadestown // planet of love, richard siken // they both die at the end, adam silvera

Introduction to the Body in Fairy Tales by Jeannine Hall Gailey

“Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, / bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. / Sometimes, the men – they come with keys, / and sometimes, the men – they come with hammers.”

— Warsan Shire, from “The House,” Her Blue Body

and I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best my little dove...

absolute solitude: selected poems, dulce maria loynaz (tr. james o'connor) // the glass essay, anne carson // boyish, japanese breakfast // @uglyfruit // yves olade // hunger, harry styles // a not admitting of the wound, emily dickinson // no surprises, radiohead // fourth of july, sufjan stevens

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

Margaret Atwood, from “Owl Song”, Selected Poems: 1965-1975

gothic poetry recs??

Edgar Allen Poe: all of his poems

Emily Brontë: all of her poems

Alice Notley, Songs and Stories of the Ghouls

Henry Wordsworth Longfellow, “Haunted Houses”: All houses wherein men have lived and died / are haunted houses.

Dana Levin, “styx”: if you // slit your wrist you could make them speak.

William Blake, “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell” “A Divine Image”: Terror the Human Form Divine 

Margaret Atwood, “Mushrooms” “Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein” “Marrying the Hangman”: What was my ravenous motive? / Why did I make you? 

Jorge Luis Borges, “Two English Poems”:  I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the / hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you / with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat

Frank Bidart, “The Ghost”: if I had merely made you / love me you could not have saved me.

María Negroni, “Rosamundi”: they are bearing a / black wooden coffin and within it I, the invisible / bride

Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay”: She lives on a moor in the north. / She lives alone. / Spring opens like a blade there.

Emily Dickinson, “[The Loneliness One Dare not Sound]″: Its caverns and its corridors / Illuminate—or seal—

Jericho Brown, “Dear Dr. Frankenstein”: I, too, know the science of building men / Out of fragments in little light

Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus” “Ariel” “Fever 103°”: I am too pure for you or anyone. / Your body / Hurts me as the world hurts God.

Hughes Mearns, “Antigonish [I met a man who wasn’t there]”: Yesterday, upon the stair, / I met a man who wasn’t there

Robert Lowell, “Florence“: Ah, to have known, to have loved / too many David and Judiths!

Gregory Orr, “Gathering the Bones Together”: I was twelve when I killed him; / I felt my own bones wrench from my body.

Paisley Rekdal, “Bats”: They flutter, shake like mystics. / They materialize.